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Manuel

looked out the window adorned with clear drops, trying to find the source of pain.
Manuel did not know the futility of that search and copying time gave the drops on his face.
the other side of the glass was Luciana. Playing with the same slender thread.
distances, deceptive, fun children's hearts with derision.
None of them recognized their error and although the suspects remained in their task fatua. While
thereby continue the mockery of the distance separating them and the pain would follow appropriate what is not yours, as always. Perhaps
might some day, seek the advice of the narrator interested and understand that distance is just a drop running down his cheek inflamed someone. And not an insurmountable space.
When something is empty, it is easy to recognize the space. The
fits in heart estubo always empty?